Poor Knight of the night
In the silence of my abode, I reside the whole day, sleeping in the quiet, waiting for the night to move around to grab some grub To eat and not to play. It is at night only I venture out, looking for some food To tDte their ware something red, something green, fresh o stale, I don't care! Oh, a drizzle of oil , I love oh, something meaty , being sizzled, yum yum! I smirk, and smile, "Would someone like me to carve, and serve?" I offer my humble services. Bending backward going head over heals, or rather tilting from my antenna to my metathoracic legs looking forward to my share! When suddenly, b room broom, What's this sound? Broom, broom, oh run ! It is the VACUUM ! 5 words in August 2020